I Diggidy feat. Arcyn Al, Morning Star - MVPs (текст песни)
This take me back to the real hip-hop
Street niggaz moved packs but they still pop locked
Everybody had a puma suit and a boom box
Fat laces in your shoes and you knew you was hot
Dj call your name when u step in the spot
Hit em with a peace sign girlies all on the jock
Thats what we called notch paper we aint known about guap
Hit the dancefloor and everybody doing the wop
Those was the days and i miss em
Now we blazing and vision
How we used to magine being on the stage
Now we live it
So vivid, the chain is so fridget
Medallion so big like you carrying a midgets
Plus your girl still beggin me to visit
And all your work is gonna work for me now thats the business
Hah, they say money is the mission
Sincerely your mister Arcyn Al punk bitches
If rap was a game I be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
If rap was a game we be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
If rap was a game I be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
If rap was a game we be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
Now fuck what the others be telling you Im the best
Tell your family and send a friend of yours an sms
Writing rhymes to a growling stomach became a reflex
Since I discovered sess and had to keep my mind off the snacks
Im top product of degenarate environment
And I was raised bold enough to not to be denying that
I dont put a lot of effort in it
And I use a lot of f word in it, motherfucker
My doctrine is worth noticing
Cus the preacher got the voice deep like Joe Dassin
I say no to sin and yes to vice
If it has an impact on your life
Live it even if the next day dont promise shit
You got dumped girl? Bump my shit
Even if your broke like bum or your moms is sick
You gon amke it just bump my shit
If rap was a game I be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
If rap was a game we be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
If rap was a game I be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
If rap was a game we be MVP the most valuble player n the MIC
Hamas, we the best that happened on hip-hop
Since Big passed away and Pun had a heart attack
Im from the projects where a nigga died for keepin it real
And we dont pray to Hesus we pray to chrome and steel
Still savages we animals since locked in the cage
My forty cals never scared to shoot
Be on my grave
Still ready for anybody just like Hannibal was
And if u sawn i got some russians that will body yo ass
Which wore Santana in American me
How many start taking army to be better than me
I got some bitches from brazil they ll give you a buck fifty
Not home whenever Im out i keep them hoes with me
I take it to any nigger if he really think he want it
Chopers up you motherucker you see me you start running
No lying im a tiger when it comes to the beef
The most valuble player in the 303
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